First of all, I want to apologize for taking so DANG long to post something new.

I know I’ve got a lot of followers, and you guys are counting on me, and my friends keep emailing me and posting comments telling me to post something new. Sorry. Sincerely, I am. I’m gonna try to frequently post stuff. It’s been REALLY hard, what with a whole family issue that’s going on, and my dad found something bad on a WordPress site and started up a whole argument (jeez, WHY do people have to post bad stuff online anyway?! Ugh).

So, anyway, here’s an excerpt from a pretty awesome story I’m writing (not named yet). It turned out pretty interesting, so here it is:

The thing about secrets is that one secret, especially a big one, affects everything.

And if it’s related to a topic everybody likes to talk about, you’re put in an awkward situation in which you have to pretend you’re sleeping, or zoning out, or listening to music, in order to avoid the conversation.

Or if it’s a topic people like to joke about, your heart breaks a little every time they joke. And you wish you could scream at them that they’ve no clue what they’re saying, but you can’t. Because that would blow your cover.

It gets especially bad when somebody asks you a direct question about it — serious or not.

That’s when you have to lie.

Again.

And again.

Your lies become a whole network, a web, that traps you. And it makes you a liar. Even if you’re the only one who knows. You’re still a liar. And that turns into yet another reason you could never tell anybody your secret. If you did, they would know you were a liar. And even if you knew they would probably understand why you lied, they still wouldn’t trust you. Not completely.